Natbar, please come to the point...

Here goes a single page of the diary of Mr. Natbar Lal. Natbar Lal is a close friend of myself. This idiot is a good person but the main thing is that he is an 'export quality idiot'. He just doesn't know what to do, what to say, what not to do and what not to say.

If you don't believe than read the non-sense. Here it goes...

" So, at least, I started to tell something which I strongly believe or which I wished to bury underneath my clothes.

Recently I have been kicked out by someone whom I believe I love the most.

There were a lot of reasons for which that person had to take the fatal decision. Instead of analyzing the reasons from her end, I think, I should criticize myself.

However, the fact is 'i have been kicked out!'.

I tried to rectify ( rather, I am still trying...) my faults, whatever had been identified by her, in anticipation that she will again come back and never get hurt by myself.

My parents are very much fond of her. They not only like that person but they are very much concerned for her. They did not believe that the relationship is over. They tried to make me understand, they wanted to interfere to solve things but I stopped them. They tried to console but I insult and ignore them. They even wished to talk directly to the parents of that person to solve things, but I strongly opposed.

Usually, I am sensitive and idiotically emotional. I, probably, don't know how to maintain a good relationship. I became upset. And this reflected in my behavior. I took some wrong steps which made my parents, some close friends and one of my 'boss'- Tarababu very much worried about myself.

I am thank full to those individuals who silently helped me to recover.

And, that is the wrong conception!

I didn't recover. I was busy with my lot of job and upcoming pressures. But in the deep of my mind there was only one name.

But the fact is 'I have been kicked out!'

Again, I took a wrong step.

To forget everything, to overcome, to recover I told some of my very close friends to tell my parents that I want to get marry with anybody from any strata from any community but there is one condition, I will not get involved in the selection process of the bride, I don't want to see the face too.

Not only that, I pressurized my parents to take instant steps regarding this.

Only one logic, 'I have been kicked out!' "

Here ends the single page diary of Mr. Natbar Lal.

Now, Mr. Natbar Lal is creating another problem from which he doesn't know how to get rid!

Mr. Natbar Lal can't forget about her.

Mr. Natbar Lal can't show any sorrow in his face.

Mr. Natbar Lal can't run, hide, escape.

Mr. Natbar Lal only dream about sree.

Mr. Natbar Lal needs help but doesn't know from whom and about what.